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CHAPTER 3: CONFRONTATIONSI try to relax after my mom drop me home after court and went to run an errand, but I can't. Every time a have a moment of peace my mind would wonder to my present situation. It is one place I don't want it to go to. I know it's wrong for me to try and block it out, but I don't care. I don't want to think about my marriage that is in ruins; I don't want to think about the man I love with all my heart being in pain because of me; I definitely don't want to think about having a child that was not made out of love, but of a night of lust and complete stupidity.
A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts from getting me more depressed. I am extremely happy for the interruption. Anything is better than what I was previously doing. Going to the door, I answer it without checking to see who it is. A part of me wants it to be Tristan, but with my luck lately, I should've known that it would be someone that I didn't want to see.
Before I could of close the door in his face, he places his foot in the door to prevent that from happening.
"Jess, remove your foot before I cut it off," I say in a voice I never knew I had. It was low and full of anger that it even scared me.
"Look Rory, I think we should talk," he replies, and from the look he was giving me I know he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about," I answer back, as I turn away from the door. Of course he took that as an invitation to come in.
"I know you can be dense sometimes, but even you can't ignore what's going on."
"Not wanting to talk to you doesn't mean I'm ignoring anything."
"Then why won't you talk to me? I've been trying to talk to you since that night, but you've been completely avoiding me."
"It's official; I'm living in the twilight zone."
"What are you talking about?
"Just how warped my life is now. I mean I cheated on Tristan, and not the other way around. You, wanting to talk to me so bad that you're tracking me down. Everything is so damn backwards."
"I hope that was one of your incoherent ramblings that you and Lorelai are famous for?"
"What?"
"Do you even realize what you just said, or are hormones controlling your thoughts?"
"I know what I'm saying, Jess."
"No, I don't think you do. Because if you did, you'll realize that you just said that Tristan was supposed to cheat on you, and I should have done something to you. Contrary to what the population of Stars Hallow thinks, you are not perfect Rory; you can make mistakes; you can screw people over; things can be your fault. I know Lindsay would definitely agree with me."
"Don't go there, Jess," I warn.
"You know I don't see why people are so shocked that you cheated on Tristan, you did committed adultery before, and why couldn't you do again?"
"Jess…"
"But you know what really gets me is the fact that you have people in this damn town wondering what Tristan could have done wrong to force you to cheat on him. Can you believe that? They're actually trying to think of ways to make this Tristan's fault, as well as mine. I've actually overheard people say that I some how conned you into sleeping with me."
"I have no control over what people think."
"No you don't, but this is Stars Hallow. All you would have to do is say that you screwed up; that you made a mistake. I don't like Tristan, I never did, but he doesn't deserve to be the villain here. All you have to do is take responsibility, but you won't. You like the perfect image that this town has of you so much that to admit any mistake, any flaw that would taint that image— and that would be something you couldn't stand."
That's it. This is my home and I don't have to stand here and take this shit that's coming out of his mouth. He has no clue as to what he's talking about. "GET OUT!" I yell at him.
"What? Afraid to hear the truth?"
"That's not the truth. That's your version of the truth. That's your version of trying to place all the blame on me, and none on you. And don't stand there and try to convince that you care anything about what this town thinks of Tristan. You hate Tristan. This town took to Tristan faster than they ever did to you, and you can't stand that."
"It's obvious that you are never going to take any responsibility for you actions; you never had to, and you never will. So let's get to why I came here in the first place."
"I have a better idea—why don't you leave."
"And let you continue to ignore me, and what's going on? I don't think so. We have to at least talk about how we are going to do things 'til the baby is born."
"I'm not trying to ignore anything. I just don't want to see or be anywhere near you," I sneer at him. "My marriage could quite possible be over, plus Tristan is in a great deal of pain, and it's your entire fault!"
"My fault!" he actually has the audacity to yell back at me.
"Yes, your fault! If you hadn't petitioned for a paternity test, none of this would be happening."
"No, if you hadn't slept with me to get back at your precious husband, then none of this would be happening!"
"HOW DARE YOU!" I yell as I smack him across his face. It was obvious from the look on his face that he couldn't believe that I just hit him; I could believe that I just hit him. "Jess, I'm…" before I apologize any further, he interrupts me.
"Don't! I don't want to hear how sorry you are. I came over here to talk to you, in hopes of finding a way around this impossible situation that your dear husband put us in, but apparently that's not going to happen. You want someone to blame for this mess? Just look in the mirror. You came to me! You cheated on your husband! You wanted to stick it to him the best way you could! I was the just stupid ass that went along with it. But not anymore," Jess turns and walks to the door to leave, but he paused at the opened door. "Since I have no choice but to go along with this stupid plan of Tristan's I will, but seeing you or talking to you is something I have complete control over. Don't expect to hear or see me again until it's absolutely necessary." With that said, he walks out the door, slamming it behind him.
After leaving the courthouse I wasn't in any mood to return to work, so I go back to my hotel room. I would have much rather gone home, but there is no way I was going back to that house. It held all the memories of the good times Rory and I had there. As I turned on the lights to my rooms I notice a figure look out the window.
"Beautiful view isn't it?" I ask as I took of my suit jacket, and walked over the bar.
"Yes it is, but I wouldn't expect anything less," is the reply.
"Why are you here?" I ask, turning towards the figure.
"Where else would I be?"
"Knowing how we can be, could we not do this?"
"Do what?"
"The answering a question with a question thing that we do, it could go on all day." I answer, moving closer to the figure.
"Fine," the figure says before moving toward me, and taking my drink away.
"If you wanted a drink, you could have made one for yourself."
"I don't want a drink; I just want you to be sober when you tell what the hell you're doing."
"I don't know what you're talking about?" I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
"Tristan cut the crap. I know you're thinking that what Rory did to you was probably unforgivable, but she made a mistake. She does love you, and no matter what you say or do; I know that you still love her..."
Not wanting to hear anymore, I interrupt. "What are you doing here Lorelai?"
I ask Rory's mother again.
"I came to fine out what you're planning," is her response.
"I'm not planning anything, and even if I was, why would I tell you?"
"Cut the crap Tristan, it's beneath you. I know your planning something, especially with what happened today," she pauses before continuing. "Look Tristan, what Rory did was wrong, there's no denying that, and it causing you a great deal of pain, but do you really think that hurting Rory is going to make that pain going away?"
"I'm not talking about this with you?" I say turning away from her.
"Too bad," she said grabbing my arm and turning me around, so that I was facing her "Believe it or not I care about you, Tristan. You know I think of you as a son, and seeing you in pain, and knowing that Rory is the cause of that pain is killing me. But if you think that I'm going to stand back and let you hurt Rory or yourself, then you're sadly mistaken."
"For the millionth time Lorelai, I'm not planning anything," I reply, yanking my arm out of her grasp.
"And for the millionth time, you're lying."
"Then it must be something I picked up from your daughter."
"That was uncalled for, but I'm going to let it slide just this once."
"Do what you want. I really don't care what you or your daughter do, at this point."
"Yes, you do, because if anything, she's carrying you child."
"Or it could be Jess' child, let's not forget about him."
"It's your child, Tristan."
"How do you know?" not giving her a chance to answer, I continue. "Let me guess, Rory told you so. News flash Lorelai, anything that comes out of Rory's mouth is a lie. God knows how long she's been sleeping with Jess, and I don't care. Like you said, what she did is unforgivable, and if you came here to get me to forgive her, then you should just leave know, because that's not going to happen."
"Apparently, my coming here was a mistake."
"You think?" I say sarcastically.
Glaring at me she says, "The mistake was coming so soon, but not the purpose. I know you're planning something, but if you think that I'm going to let you hurt Rory, or yourself, anymore, then you're dead wrong. I'm leaving now, but I will be watching you. I'm not going to let you ruining what's left of your marriage," she replies before walking out my door.
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